This picture brings back a few fond memories:
When I was growing up, the elderly man across the street would occasionally take my family for short rides in his working model T Flyveir and tell us stories about the Depression. Riding in a rumble seat is an experience everyone should have at least once in their lifetimes. I’m still not too sure how six people managed to cram into that car.
Around the same time, my siblings/cousins and I would also ride on the top of my grandparents’ station wagon, with our legs dangling down through the sunroof as it bounced down dirt roads. Since there was only room for two or three of us on top, competition was fierce.
Riding on the running boards of their pickup was also a coveted spot. I bet the kids stuck riding inside of the car were the unlucky ones.